Don’t be weird, Kassie. You can destroy his innocence later.
I tucked the blanket carefully around him, making sure it didn't cover his wings, then traced the back of my hand along the supposedly rough stubble of his jaw. The warmth radiating from his exoskeleton made me shiver. My body felt ice-cold in comparison, and every cell in me ached to slide under those covers beside him.
Soon… right after I had a little fun with him. I wanted to get to know him slowly, because he was such a tender soul. I wanted Atlas the lumberjack and the mysterious Mothman at my window.
It was in my right. Since he pulled a Peeping Tom on me, it was only fair.
With a smile, I slipped away from the bed. A soft groan escaped him as his hand fumbled through empty air, searching. I tucked another pillow against his chest, watching as his arms instinctively wrapped around it, pulling it close like a cherished possession.
Once I settled down into my bed, I had to calm myself. I couldn’t wait for Atlas to wake up in the morning and find me waiting.
Dang it, he changed already.
I peeked over the mattress to see him snoring. He was still holding onto my pillows tightly, like they would disappear.
It was rather cute. Some legends of Mothman say that he was an omen, a sign of some bad events to come. Many thought he could be part demon, a sign of the devil, all sorts of speculations.
I was thinking it was more wrong place-wrong time because Mothmen were very much misunderstood.
They had their own personalities if Lucien was any indicator.
Papers that hung on the wall fluttered behind him. I stuck low to the side of the mattress so he could only see my eyes. I didn’t want to spook him.
The big, fluffy, black beard was calling my name. I wanted to run my fingers through it, but only to realize it wasn’t really there. The wholeIt's just magicthing was really annoying.
There was a name they called it in games and books, a disguise… no wait, a glamor! He had a glamor on. It must not be that good if a person could reach through it and feel their real face.
Still, I could dream about sitting on my new throne. I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. I’ve practiced hovering over a pillow, listening to erotica audio from a gruff-sounding man telling his good girl to shove her pussy on his face.
Instead, I had to rub a vibrating dildo there, but I wasn’t complaining. I had a very imaginative mind.
I don’t think Atlas would be that sort of man to boss me around, to tell me what to do. He seems harmless, shy, and maybe uneducated. I could train him how I wanted.
How lucky am I?
I’m getting ahead of myself. Maybe last night was a fluke. He might have just seen me in his line of vision, and doesn’t think of me that way at all.
“Kassie?” The gruffness of hisI just woke up, fuck mevoice made my pussy flutter.
And I’m ovulating.
“Hi!” I wiggled my fingers, and his eyes widened.
Gosh, I missed those big red ones, but these pretty blue ones would have to do.
“What are you doing in my house?” He sat up and gazed down at his body.
I sat up on my knees and leaned on my elbow. “Honey, you aren’t at your house. You are at mine.”
Atlas gasped and pulled up the blankets as if he were covering up his breasts.
Huh, that made me wonder how big his balls are. Big guy, big antennae. I’m leaning toward him having some huuuge ones. I was all about monsters having huge veggies.
Atlas opened his mouth, and instead of screaming—more manly—he let out a squeal that made me cover my ears. The windows shook, the room vibrated. If I didn’t act fast, things were going to break.
I placed my hand over his mouth and shook my head. “It’s okay! Everything is fine! I can’t believe you took off your costume. I wanted to ask about it!”
That’s it. Let's make him believe everything was perfectly fine.
